"Good!" The priest smiled with satisfaction, took out a delicate small box from his pocket and handed it to Yexuetong, "A gift for you!"

"Thank you!" Ye Xuetong took the box and put it on the coffee table without looking at it. He stood up and saluted the priest, "I'm leaving first!"

"Wait a minute," said the priest.

"Huh?" Yexuetong raised an eyebrow.

"You just said you were going to New York, were you going to deal with Kitano?" The priest stared at Ye Xue Tong.

"That's right." Ye Xuetong answered bluntly.

"That matter..." Before the priest could finish his words, there was a sudden knock on the door outside, and then Duan Xuan's voice came, "Father!"

"Come in." The priest's face turned gloomy instantly. Duan Xuan opened the door and came in. He knelt on one knee in front of the priest and lowered his head humbly.

"Have I ever told you not to play with women under my nose? Huh?" The priest stared at Duan Xuan sharply, murderous intent suddenly appearing in his eyes.

"I'm sorry..." Before Duan Xuan finished speaking, the priest slammed the wine glass in his hand.

With a "bang" sound, the wine glass hit Broken Xian's forehead accurately, and blood flowed down his brow. He did not blink, but still lowered his head expressionlessly, letting the blood soak his eyes and handsome face...

The priest did not relieve his anger at all. He pointed at Duan Xuan and cursed with hatred: "The bastards of prostitutes are so despicable. Don't think that because my blood is flowing in your bones, I will tolerate you. Incompetent people like you are not worthy of being

My son, learn from Xue Tong. He became a sergeant at the age of sixteen and a holy master at the age of twenty. What about you? You are twenty-seven and you are still a sergeant. Besides playing with women, what else will you do???

"

Duan Xuan lowered his head, not saying a word, and there was no expression on his face. His eyes were still indifferent, as if he was not the one who was hurt and scolded at all.

Ye Xue Tong didn't even look at Duan Xuan, acting as if it didn't matter because he was used to this kind of scene.

Almost every time, the priest was like this when he saw Duan Xuan. Even if Duan Xuan did nothing wrong, he would always find a reason to get angry with him and make him bleed, as if this would make him feel happy.

"Go away, I'll get annoyed if I look at you for a second longer." The priest waved his hand in disgust.

Duan Xuan stood up, saluted him, and quietly retreated. When he reached the door, the priest suddenly called him again: "Stop."

Duan Xuan stopped, turned around and faced him, bowed his head, humbly and respectfully.

"Kill that maid." The priest ordered coldly, without giving any reason.

Duan Xuan was slightly shocked and raised his eyes to look at Ye Xue Tong.

Ye Xue Tong still lowered his eyes without any movement. He knew that Gong Ling'er would pave the way back. The death of a maid was nothing to him. He didn't even pity his own life, let alone

A maid.

"Yes." Duan Xuan accepted the order respectfully, and no one noticed that when he turned around, there was a frightening murderous look in his eyes.

…

"Xue Tong, let's go out, I will introduce someone to you." When the priest spoke to Ye Xue Tong, his attitude changed completely, and there was no trace of disgust or irritability at all.

"Yeah." Ye Xue Tong followed the priest out of the study.

…

Duan Xuan came to his room, took out his gun and pointed it at Amy on the bed: "I don't want to apologize."

Gong Ling'er asked in shock: "Cousin, uncle told you to kill her?"

Duan Xuan nodded and pulled the trigger directly.

Amy closed her eyes and was ready to die. People in the dark night are never afraid of death.

Gong Linger lowered her head, feeling very uncomfortable.
Chapter completed!